Chapter 392 Grace and Martin's Early Wedding Night
Upstairs in the east wing, in the second-floor study.
The entire Koch family was at the entrance of Silver Birch Sanctuary, seeing off the guests.
Hunter noticed Patricia's absence and immediately excused himself from Jeremy to look for her.
The first floor was quiet except for the scurry of housemaids tidying up.
Patricia stood there, facing the desk, aswhich Shane took a seatsat behind in thea leather armchair behind it. He studied the fearless woman before him, a sense of familiarity inexplicably washing over him, hesitating as the words reached the tip of his tongue.
"Have we... met before?" he said.
He couldn't shake off the sense of closeness.
Why did he feel anthe urge to care for her?
Patricia knew the score as soon as Shane summoned her, too weary for subtleties.
She cut to the chase,. "I'm sorry, I don't know you. I'm from Country Z; it's my first time in here. I'm sure you didn't invite me here just to make small talk. If there's something you want to say, just say it."
Shane regardedappreciated her with a sense of appreciation.
She was straightforwardstraightforwardness and unpretentious, much like nature, which was similar to that of his daughter, Elise.
"Well then, let's get to the point, shall we? Martin is now my granddaughter's fiancé. Whatever history you two had, it's water under the bridge. I hope you won't bother him anymore."
Patricia's laughter was cold and pointed,. "Get one thing straight!. He's my husband, and the father of my children. It was yourYour granddaughter who playedis the other woman andwho stole him from me."
Shane's composure didn't falter,. "No, he's not your husband."
Patricia's face contorted with disagreement,. "He is!"."
Shane laughed, a laugh filled with ease and calm authority,. "If Martin says he's not, then he's not."
"…??"
Despite having
Patricia stared at the old man before her who, despite a smile warm enough to melt ice, he had eyes that cut like daggers, exerting an intense, unspoken pressure.
The smile on Shane's lipssmile deepened,. "I don't know what you were to each other before. All I know is you're now Mrs. HunterSackler, and Martin is engaged to my granddaughter. I won't let anything happen to her."
Patricia raised an eyebrow,. "Are you threatening me?"
Shane shook his head almost imperceptibly,. "No, I'm pleading with you."
"…??"
Patricia trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief.
A plea? Really?
If there ever was a threat disguised as a plea, this was it.
Shane went on, more gently,. "Grace has suffered enough since childhood. I owe her more than I can express, and just wishI want her a lifetimeto be happy for the rest of happiness and joyher life."
He paused, then stressed with a hint of gravity, "Miss Watson Watson—, or no,should I say, Mrs. WatsonSackler—, I would hope you could be understandingcan understand."
Patricia's laugh was bitter with irony.
Patricia laughed bitterly. "You're in debt to her, but why should I be the one to pay it off? Her happiness shouldn't come at the expense of someone else's misery."
Shane didn't show a trace of annoyance, maintaining his placid demeanor,. "Nevertheless, Martin doesn't remember you anymore, does he?"
Patricia, unwilling to yield, contested, "He's got amnesia."
"Regardless of the reason, he has chosen Grace now, and I hope you respect his decision."
Shane stood with the calm composure of a ruler who held the universe in his palms;, everything under his control.
Patricia's hands balled into fists as she clenched her teeth and seethed,. "I'll make him remember."
The smile on Shane's facesmile tightened ever so slightly.
"I have no respect for bullies, for those who use their size and strength to intimidate the small. But for Grace, I'd break every rule."
His insinuation was clear. He would not hesitate to leverage the Koch family's influence against her if she dared come between Martin and Grace. It was an open and unabashed threat.
Should she dare come between Martin and Grace...
He would not hesitate to leverage the Koch family's influence against her.
Yet it wasn't a threat?
It was an open and unabashed threat.
Enraged to the point of dizziness, Patricia's entire body quivered as she stormed out of the east wing, only to spot. She then spotted Grace, arm-in-arm with Martin, affectionately strolling towards the north wing, where they lived.
Grace tilted her head towards Martin, mumbling something with a flushed face, and occasionally breaking into peals of laughter from time to time.
Martin, with. With his back towards Patricia, Martin was inscrutable, occasionally nodding in response to Grace.
Today was their engagement party.
After tonight, they'd be free to live together, out in the open.
So, were they heading back to their room to celebrate their 'wedding night early'?
The thought of Martin in the arms of another woman, in the throes of passion, pierced Patricia's heart, blurring her vision with tears.
How could this be? How could he touch another woman?
How could he touch another woman?
Jealousy and rage surged to her head, as nausea roiled in her stomach, and a metallic taste filled her mouth.
She forced herself to swallow back the blood.
As they were about to enter the house, Patricia could no longer restrain herself and cried out, "Martin..."!"
Both Martin and Grace halted in their tracks.
Martin stood still.
Grace turned around, offering Patricia a slight smile before whispering something to Martin. He shook his head, gave Patricia an apologetic look, and then they both disappeared inside.
The tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
Her heart felt hollowed out, utterly devoid of a beat.
She couldn't remember leaving the Koch family estate.
By the time she came to her senses, she was back in the hotel's presidential suite of the hotel, enveloped in darkness.
Sitting alone on the sofa, her emotions suddenly surged forth in torrents, overwhelming the searing pain clenching at her heart. Cupping her face in her hands, she wept uncontrollably.
All she yearned for was a family reunion, to grow old with Martin by her side. Why did it have to be so complicated? Why was everyone intent on tearing them apart?
Why did it have to be so complicated?
Why was everyone intent on tearing them apart?
Her sobs echoed through the empty room, a lament as heartbreaking as a nightingale's song.
Meanwhile...
At Silver Birch Sanctuary, Grace and Martin went to the bridal suite Shane had lovingly prepared for them. .
Although it lacked the formality of a traditional wedding night setting, the room exuded warmth and romance, complete with a sea of rose petals crafted into a giant heart on the spacious queen-size bed.
Only two crimson bedside lamps were lit, casting a soft glow that bathed every corner of the room.
The anticipation of the passionate night ahead flushed Grace's cheeks a fierce red, her heart racing with excitement.
excitedly. She had been waiting for this day for seven long years.
At last, tonight was the night.
Nervously looking down, she mustered the courage to extend an invitation,. "Martin, how about we take a shower together?"
A flicker of disgust crossed Martin's face as he fought back nausea, replying. He replied emotionlessly, "You go ahead."
Biting her lip, Grace reluctantly agreed, despite her eagerness, not wanting to seem too forward and risk turning him off. She grabbed her nightgown and headed for the bathroom.
Grace treated herself to a fragrant bath and placed perfume behind her ears in the hopes of making, hoping to make Martin's evening one to remember. Then she changed into a sensual, sheer silk nightgown and stepped out barefoot.
The gown barely covered her hips, with a generous displays of skin across the chest and thighs.
Her skin, fresh Fresh from the bath, her skin had a rosy glow, looking warm and inviting.
Bathed in the soft red light, she looked like an enchanting spirit, utterly alluring.
She walked over to Martin and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her voice was hoarse with excitement, oozing endless charm,. "Martin, I'm ready for you..."."
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